“shit, he might but you might too. stop bein’ scary and show me wassup wit’ you.” ( ROCKY clearly responded, a sly grin pulling at his lips as he nudged at her short female, finally falling into the line as his attention peeled to the descending line. ) “we ain’t got nothin’ but space and opportunity to shoot straight buckets. let’s go, kd.”

( ROCKY pondered on what to first at the fairgrounds from the array of games, food trucks and small shops where he could purchase a keepsake just for the hell of it. his cloudy orbs from smoke session he’d taken prior to his arrival landing in the basketball game setup near the hot dog stand which immediately brought the jovial side out of him. ) “yessssssir. who tryna’ get clapped in basketball real quick? the last person in line is an old man and ion wanna hit ‘em with that kareem abdul-jabbar so late in his life.” ( he joked, resuming to chewing the gum he’d popped in his mouth used to calm his high. )

anybody here an artist or somethin’? one of y’all should have a listenin’ party @ the record store soon. hml!!

“come to my record store for new heat. i got that ‘wunna’ deluxe on vinyl, finally.”

ROCKY’s high had just settled in when he saw the unnecessarily militant officers charging towards the crowd in attendance to the event, twining their cuffs around the wrists of a mixed group of familiar and unfamiliar faces alike, an unintrigued expression cutting across his features as he knew he’d be the next amongst the many who’d already been escorted out, his hands sluggishly positioning behind him while the next officer approached him to follow suit behind the rest of his shiesty ass colleagues. “yeaaa’ this sum fuckin’ bullshit, bro— deadass. niggas can’t have fun no mo’ round this city’.” he said aloud but in the same breath to himself as he was forced out the building and to a cop car that was already occupied with one other person.